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Mandie's Attitude Adjustment
by mandie29 (kaboom3332@hotmail.com)

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Spoiled brat Mandie get sent away to get an attitude 
adjustment. The cousin she's sent to will make sure 
that Mandie learns to treat people better, whether she 
likes it or not! (MF/f-teen, ped, nc, inc, bi, beast)

***

Mandie had just had her eleventh birthday. The only 
child of wealthy parents, she was very mature for her 
age…physically anyway. She was only 4'9" tall, but her 
breasts had already started developing nicely, being 
just big enough for her to wear an a-cup bra rather 
than her old training bra. The young brunette's soft 
young pussy had just begin to sprout hair. She still 
had some baby fat, but it was in all the right places 
to make her look like a young model.

Despite his obvious good looks, she was still very 
naive about sexual things. Her parents sent her to an 
all-girls school and kept her very sheltered. Because 
of their desire to protect their only daughter and 
because they loved her so much, they spoiled her a lot 
and so she became a very selfish child.

She never cared about others, treating even her parents 
like they were subservient to her. She was so self-
centered that even her doting parents were getting sick 
of her attitude. In the interests of changing her 
attitude, they decided to send her to live with a 
distant cousin of her father: Cheyenne.

Cheyenne was the monarch of a small island country near 
England. Despite her rank and responsibilities, 
Cheyenne was just a young woman of only 17 years. She 
had assumed the throne at an early age because of the 
passing of her parents. Even though she was young, she 
was well educated, strong, and intelligent. Her 
subjects were completely devoted to her, and she was 
devoted to them. She wasn't slighted in the looks 
department either! Many often compared her to Denise 
Richards. 

Because of the small size of the country, and its 
political neutrality, it was virtually ignored by the 
rest of the world, and the citizens liked it that way. 
To the world they were a modern, peaceful people, but 
the world didn't know their little secret. There were 
no sexual taboos here. The only laws related to sex 
said that anything goes as long as the necessary work 
got done.

Mandie, having grown up in America and never visited 
Cheyenne before, had no idea about life there, and 
assumed it wasn't much different than home. All the 
same, she was reluctant to go and leave her friends and 
current life. And that is where we begin…

"Dammit Mom!" Mandie yelled, "why don't you go and let 
me stay here?" Victoria, her mother, sighed. Only 35, 
and still very attractive, the only mar in her looks 
was the obvious effect of the stress of dealing with 
her spoiled daughter. "Because I'm not the one who 
needs to get a new attitude!" she shouted back. "In any 
case," she said more calmly, "as long as you're polite 
and considerate, there's no reason you shouldn't have a 
good time while you're away." 

"Fuck you Mom!" Mandie spat, "there's nothing wrong 
with my attitude, and if you make me go, I'll call the 
police and sue you!"

With every passing moment, Victoria wished more that 
her husband, James, hadn't chosen to take a business 
trip and leave her to deal with Mandie on the day she 
was leaving. She hated to do it, but she was going to 
have to spike Mandie's drink to knock her out on the 
way to the airport. If she didn't, Victoria knew that 
Mandie would indeed make a scene and draw unwanted 
attention to he husband's homeland. "Look, just go and 
we'll meet you there in a few weeks. If you don't like 
it, we'll talk about you coming back with us."

"Hmph," Mandie snorted, "Where's my soda?"

"Here it is miss!" said Jarvis, the butler, as he 
popped in with his usual perfect timing. "Diet coke, 
just ask you asked." When Mandie turned her back to 
Jarvis, he winked and nodded at Victoria. She smiled in 
response and thanked god for Jarvis. He had anticipated 
Victoria's thought of knocking Mandie out for the trip, 
and his wink indicated that he had spiked the drink. "I 
feel dizzy..." Mandie slurred as she passed out into 
the waiting arms of Jarvis. The last thing she 
remembered before she fell asleep was her mother 
telling her that she loved her.

Mandie drifted in and out of sleep throughout the 
flight, but when she finally regained consciousness, 
the private jet was making its landing. "Dammit," she 
thought, "that bitch drugged my drink! Well if she 
thinks I'm gonna just take this, she's wrong."

After landing, she was met by two secret service 
looking guys and a black limo. "Miss Mandie, we've been 
expecting you," the taller one said as the other loaded 
her bags into the trunk, "We're to escort you to the 
palace where you will meet Queen Cheyenne at dinner." 
"Well hurry up," she snapped, "the sooner I meet the 
bitch, the sooner I can go home!"

The man became furious and Mandie was scared that he 
might hit her. But he quickly calmed himself and spoke 
through gritted teeth. "I will let that slide because 
you are new here and are related to the Queen, but I 
would advise you to be respectful when you speak about 
her or it will not go well for you," he warned.

Thoroughly intimidated, but not wanting to look scared, 
Mandie just snorted as she got in the car. The tall man 
got in the back with her and the other one rode up 
front with the driver. Mandie fumed and resolved to 
call home and let her parents have it when she was 
alone. 

She was just starting to wonder what Cheyenne was like 
when she noticed that the man was staring at her body 
with a stupid grin that made her uncomfortable. She 
instinctively straightened her skirt to hide what 
little it covered and covered her chest with her arms. 
"What are you starting at, asshole?" she snapped, "You 
better respect me! I am related to the Queen, 
remember?" The man just chuckled and continued to stare 
for the rest of the ride.

When they arrived at the palace, the two men took her 
bags, presumably to wherever her room was, and she was 
met in the grand hall my a man servant. Mandie was awed 
at the sized and beauty of the palace, which put her 
mansion at home to shame. 

"This way Miss," the manservant said. "I will take you 
to the dining hall where the Queen will meet you." He 
led her to the dining hall, which was probably big 
enough to fit her own mansion in it with some room to 
spare. 

She was seated near the head of the biggest table, 
which was obviously where the Queen held great dinners 
of state. She was left alone at that point, and after 
staring around in wonder, she pulled her cell phone 
from her purse and tried several times to get it to 
connect to home, but it wouldn't work.

"You'll find that phone quite useless here, dear" said 
a soft, sensual voice that still carried a lot of 
authority. Mandie was surprised and turned around to 
find the source of the voice behind her. She was 
stunned by Cheyenne's beauty. She was even prettier 
than the girls that often stayed the night with her 
parents. 

"There are no cell phone towers in this country," 
Cheyenne said with a warm smile as she took her seat at 
the head of the table. After regaining her composure, 
as well as her attitude, Mandie sat down and glared. 
"What kind of backwards country is this anyway?"

Cheyenne smiled patiently. "My, my. Your mom and dad 
weren't exaggerating about your attitude, were they?" 
she quipped as several guards took positions in the 
dining hall. 

"Fuck you," Mandie snapped. The guard to Mandie's right 
brandished a club and moved as if to strike her, but 
when Cheyenne raised a delicate, but strong hand he 
stopped and resumed his post. Seeing Mandie's alarm, 
Cheyenne explained, "My people love me very much and do 
not like people to disrespect me. I suggest that you 
watch your tongue." Mandie pouted and nodded, not 
wanting to get hurt.

"Allow me to explain the situation," Cheyenne said as 
dinner was served. Mandie, remembering her appetite, 
just nodded as several of her favorite dishes were 
brought out. She tasted everything and it was all 
better than it tasted at home. "As your parents told 
you, you have been sent here so that I can teach you to 
be more respectful." 

Mandie stifled her urge to snap at that. 

"As you can see by my people's devotion to me and my 
choice to served your favorite foods, I can be a very 
nice person. If you do as you are told cheerfully, and 
learn to tread others with respect, then you will have 
a pleasant time. If not, then you will be punished."

Mandie just rolled her eyes. Her parents had tried 
grounding her at home and it obviously didn't work, so 
what did this lady think she could do? As if she read 
Mandie's mind, Cheyenne said, "Punishments here are not 
simply "groundings". We use public humiliation and 
beatings."

Mandie nearly choked, "What?!" she stammered, becoming 
frightened. "That's right, no matter what I tell you to 
do, or what others who I grant authority over you tell 
you to do, you must do it immediately and without 
complaint, or you will be punished. Every room and 
place you can possibly go to is under surveillance, so 
I WILL find out if you do not follow my rules" Cheyenne 
announced firmly.

Terrified at this point, Mandie began to cry. "I want 
to call home! I want to go home." Cheyenne chuckled 
icily and said, "you are not permitted to use the phone 
until I give you permission, and don't worry, your 
parents are aware of everything and have given their 
full support."

Mandie began to sob, but Cheyenne just continued. "You 
have one week before you will start school here, so you 
can get used to your life here. Cheer up. If you get 
used to it, you might have fun. Now that dinner is 
done, I'll show you around the palace."

Mandie, still quietly sobbing, obediently got up and 
followed Cheyenne and was in turn followed by four 
guards. They toured the grounds, the main halls and 
such, and soon Mandie had calmed down and was telling 
herself that it wasn't going to be so bad. Then 
Cheyenne showed Mandie to her room.

It was fairly bare. There was just a small bed, a chest 
of drawers, and a desk with a lamp for studying. "Where 
are my bags?" Mandie asked. "They have been locked away 
for now. You won't be needing them." Cheyenne calmly 
replied. Starting to panic again, Mandie asked "What 
about my clothes? My toiletries?" 

"It has all been taken care of. The clothes that you 
will be permitted to wear are in the top drawer, 
toiletries in the second and other thing you'll need 
are in the bottom." Cheyenne gestured to the chest of 
drawers, "By all means, have a look." Nervously opening 
the top drawer, Mandie gasped. All that was in there 
were a couple of frilly aprons. 

"There is hardly anything in here! There must be a 
mistake," Mandie said.

"No mistake," Cheyenne replied sternly. "From now on 
until I say otherwise, that is all you are allowed to 
wear." 

Stunned, Mandie continued to the next drawer, where she 
found some minor toiletries. Looking in the next 
drawer, Mandie got a confused look on her face. "What 
is this stuff?" she asked, not really wanting to know 
the answer.

"Some of my favorite sex toys," Cheyenne explained, 
"dildos, anal beads, gags, etc..."

Not liking anything that was happening, Mandie asked, 
"What is going on here?" 

"You are going to be a sex slave. That is how I will 
teach you respect." Cheyenne grinned. "Now remove your 
clothes, so I can check out my new toy," she commanded. 
Mandie began crying again, "Please no! I'll be good 
from now on!" Suddenly Cheyenne lashed out and slapped 
her. "Shut up and do as I say! If you don't strip 
yourself, I'll have one of these men do it," she 
shouted as she gestured at the guards, "and believe me, 
it won't be much fun!"

Quietly sobbing, a defeated Mandie slowly undressed and 
then tried to cover herself with her hands. Cheyenne 
snapped her fingers and one guard picked up the 
discarded clothes and took them away while another 
guard grabbed Mandie's hands and pulled them above her 
head. "Her majesty said she wanted to look at you!" he 
snarled. Cheyenne smirked as she looked Mandie over. 

She traced Mandie's curves with her finger, stopping 
once to gently but firmly tweak a nipple. Mandie 
flinched, but didn't cry out, resigning herself to the 
situation. Cheyenne's fingers drifted down to Mandie's 
pussy, and then cruelly yanked out a hair. 

"OW!" Mandie yelped. 

"Hmmm," Cheyenne ignored her, "that will have to be 
shaved. It will be done in the morning." 

Mandie's eyes were full of tears from desperation and 
the stinging pain. Suddenly Cheyenne leaned forward and 
kissed Mandie deeply, exploring Mandie's mouth with her 
tongue. As she kissed the surprised Mandie, she gently 
inserted a finger into Mandie's pussy. "Oh, so you 
still have your cherry!" Cheyenne said as she broke the 
kiss, "I'm surprised. That will have to be taken care 
of too." Mandie moan as she began to enjoy her first 
penetration, and Cheyenne pulled her finger out. "Hehe, 
not time for fun yet," she quipped. "My chambers are 
just down the hall, so if I decide I want you to 
pleasure me, I expect you to be there quickly! Now Brad 
here," she nodded at the guard holding Mandie's hands, 
"is going to induct you into the world of straight sex. 
When he's done, come to my room, and I'll teach you 
about women" Cheyenne ignored Mandie's alarmed 
expression. 

"Teach her the basics," she said to Brad, "Oral, 
vaginal, anal. Be gentle, but don't take any crap from 
her. Oh, and you may blow your load anywhere but in her 
pussy. I don't want her knocked up…yet." Then with one 
last tweak of a nipple, Cheyenne and the other guards 
left Brad and Mandie alone.

Brad let go of Mandie and locked the door and removed 
his clothes. "Come here, get on your knees, and suck on 
this!" he ordered as he dropped his pants revealing his 
hardening 7" prick. Either still in shock or slowly 
getting used to the situation, Mandie dropped to her 
knees and tentatively licked the tip. Then she wrapped 
her lips around the head and sucked like it was a 
lollipop. 

"Use your hand," Brad instructed, "Take as much down 
your throat as you can." 

Mandie responded by gently touching his balls and 
slowly but surely taking the whole thing down her 
throat. As Brad looked to the side, he could see her 
little throat expanding to accommodate his cock. After 
a few minutes of this Brad pushed her back, and as her 
mouth left his cock, it trailed a thick strand of spit 
that Mandie wipes away. "Not bad for your first time," 
Brad says, "Now get on the bed and spread your legs."

Realizing what was about to happen, Mandie refused and 
tried to run to the door, but Brad caught her by the 
throat, choked her, and then threw her to the bed. 
"Remember bitch," he snarled "I won't take any crap! Do 
as I say, or I'll do it and make it hurt!"

Completely broken at this point, Mandie spread her legs 
and she cried to herself. Brad climbed on top and 
gently entered her pussy before blasting through her 
hymen. Mandie squealed in pain and Brad pulled out and 
used a sheet to clean the blood. Then he gently 
reentered Mandie and slowly pumped in and out until 
Mandie began to moan in pleasure. 

Instinctively she began to massage her young breasts. 
She moaned loader and louder and Brad pumped harder and 
faster until the child shook with her first orgasm. 
Grinning Brad pulled out. "Get on all fours with your 
ass in the air." At first Mandie was going to disobey 
again, but remembering the choking and hoping for more 
pleasure, she did as she was told. 

Brad spit on her asshole and wiped some girl juice from 
her cunt onto her asshole to lube it up. "Now relax all 
your muscles or this will hurt more than it has to," he 
warned. Mandie did her best to relax, but when he began 
to press his cock into her ass, she squealed in pain. 
Deciding to get it over with, Brad slammed in hard and 
pounded like a jackhammer. 

Mandie screamed and the pain seemed to burn forever. 
But after a while, she accepted it, and then began to 
enjoy it. Brad began to moan and before long he shot 
his load into Mandie's ass. She squealed as her first 
anal orgasm came. 

"Now lick it clean," Brad said as he pulled out of her 
ass. With a grimace on her face Mandie did so, not 
liking the taste at first but getting used to it. When 
she was done, Brad got dressed and told her to go to 
the Queen's chamber. Mandie moved to the chest to get 
something to clean up, but Brad stopped her. "Don't, 
the Queen wants to see you as you are."

Slightly surprised, but getting used hearing strange 
things, Mandie walked messy and naked down the hall. As 
she did she heard the sounds of dogs barking and 
smelled foul odors. The guards outside the doors didn't 
seem to notice, and they silently opened the door for 
Mandie. What she saw next blew her mind, but 
surprisingly didn't revolt her. There were three large 
Dobermans in the room and a gorgeous, naked Cheyenne 
was jacking one off. In another corner there was a 
small pool fill with what looked and smelled like pee. 
Cheyenne smiled as she saw the young beauty walk in. 
"This is just a taste of what you'll be doing tonight 
and for the rest of your stay. I trust you had fun?"

Mandie blushed, "Yeah, I did." 

"Then come here," Cheyenne laid back on the floor, 
"lick my pussy." Mandie, still slightly reluctant, 
hesitated. Suddenly Cheyenne became furious, "Bitch, 
when I say something, do it!" She slapped Mandie, and 
it seemed even more painful then when Brad choked her. 
She immediately began liking her distant cousin's cunt, 
beginning t enjoy the musty smell and flavor. Cheyenne 
grabbed her head and held it to her pussy. 

"I'm going to pee. If even one drop spills, you'll 
regret it," she threatened. Mandie struggled for a 
second, and then accepted it as Cheyenne release a 
golden river. Mandie was surprised at the pleasant 
taste, and she eagerly swallowed it all. "You're a 
quick learner," Cheyenne cooed. She got up and 
continued fondling the dog cock. "Use your hand and 
your mouth like Brad taught you to get the se other two 
dogs hard," she ordered.

Mandie, not sure she wanted dog cock in her mouth, used 
one hand on each dog until their massive pricks cam out 
of the sheaths. At a command from Cheyenne, one of them 
rolled over on its back. "Straddle it and ride its 
cock, the other one is going to mount your ass!" 
Cheyenne said. A bit nervous, but thoroughly excited. 
She began fucking both dogs. 

"They won't make me pregnant, will they?" asked Mandie 
between moans. "So what if it did? All that matters is 
I told you to do it!" Cheyenne snapped, "suck off the 
third dog, maybe a cock in your mouth will keep you 
quiet!" The third dog came around and Mandie took him 
in her mouth. She moaned loudly as she was filled by 
the canines. 

They pounded her harder and faster and the well-trained 
dogs all came as she reached orgasm, filling her with 
yummy doggy spunk. There was so much that it leaked out 
and spilled. Done fucking the human child, the dogs 
left. Angrily, Cheyenne yelled, "Look at that mess! Get 
on all fours an
d lick it up, you bitch!" 

Mandie eagerly complied, enjoying being this fuck toy. 
When she finished, Cheyenne pulled her up by her hair 
and kissed her tasting the dog cum and urine. 

"Go rinse off in the piss pool. Then before you go to 
bed go around the palace and suck off anyone who asks 
for it, and offer to everyone else. Suck off anything 
with a cock, man, horse, dog, whatever, and save the 
cum in a jar. Tomorrow, little slut, you will not be 
fed any normal food. The only thing you can swallow is 
the cum you save tonight and any piss anyone is kind 
enough to share with you tomorrow. That is your slut 
diet." Cheyenne ordered with a smile.

Mandie did what she was told, and despite how the day 
started, she was looking forward to her stay here! 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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